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Hey Ev Williams, What Do You Say We Make a Movie?
Even though you don’t see me, I see YOU as an “Executive Producer”
Hello, Ev. I’m sure you are unaware that I exist. In your universe, no doubt, I carry about as much import as a gnat. Perhaps, less.
That said, I have been writing on your platform since November 2018. That’s a long time, fella. It’s been a bumpy ride, for sure, but I’m still here. Not for the money, as I make squat considering the amount of work I put in to remain “relevant” here. (What the fuck does that mean, anyway?)
No. I’m here because of the community. I’ve met so many fine writers who I’m proud to call “friends.” But, one has to weed through a sea of assholes and no-talent wannabes who peddle their courses and workshops and all manner of bullshit schemes, in order to get to the good folks. The ones who actually give a damn.
I’m one of those people. I give a damn, albeit, I’m certain there are a number of individuals here, on Medium, who think I’m an asshole. And who might think the same of you. Such is the fate of a billionaire entrepreneur. Nobody said life was fair, eh?
Along with my long track record as an advertising and marketing writer, and essayist, I am also a screenwriter. A fucking talented one. But, as driven and aggressive and…
